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Shane said. “Thanks, AJ. Send me the full report when forensics is done.”
    Shane called Tyler Jamison, whom the guys had aptly nicknamed T-Rex. He knew Tyler was with Beth, but this couldn’t wait. Tyler answered on the third ring, and it was noisy where he was – they must still be at the restaurant.
    “What is it?” Tyler said, his voice coming through loud and clear over the speaker.
    “Kline just searched the Internet for Beth’s address and telephone number on a PC at the public library,” Shane said. “Threat confirmed.”
    “Understood,” Tyler said. “But now’s not a good time. I’ll call you later.”
    Shane texted Miguel, who was parked outside the restaurant where Beth and Tyler were, and gave him the update. Threat confirmed.
    “I guess it’s official now,” Liam said, pulling another beer out of the fridge. “You want one?” he asked Shane.
    “Yeah.” Shane caught the bottle Liam tossed his way.
    Jake grabbed another slice of pizza. “Defcon 4. Now we wait for him to make a move toward Beth, and we nail him.”
     
     
    Shane realized he’d been hoping that Kline had moved on by now, but no such luck. Kline was still fixated on Beth. Covert surveillance on Beth was no longer enough; he wanted close personal protection on her 24/7. He’d be having a talk with Tyler as soon as he could arrange it.
    “Anyone up for a few rounds in the ring?” Shane said, finishing off his second beer. Right now he needed an intense work-out. When he and his brothers hit the mat, it was no holds barred.
    “I am,” Liam said, hopping off his barstool. “I’m always happy to kick your ass. What do you feel like? Jiu Jitsu? Krav Maga? Kickboxing?”
    Jake laughed. “Be careful, Liam. The boss is in a shitty mood. You know how he gets when he’s like that. He fights mean.”
    Shane stowed the leftover pizza in the fridge, and the three of them headed down the hall to the martial arts studio. Liam and Shane hit the locker room and stripped down to shorts and muscle shirts.
    A few hard rounds in the ring with Liam would feel good, if his brother didn’t manage to pummel the shit out of him first. He and his brothers were pretty evenly matched – they were about the same size, with similar builds and musculature. But Liam clearly had an advantage; he was a martial arts instructor who’d played professional circuits for several years during his rebellious phase. And Liam hit hard.
    Shane handed his phone over to Jake to monitor the incoming chatter from the field while Shane and Liam climbed into the ring.
    The martial arts studio was part fight club and part hang-out. A boxing ring stood on one side of the large industrial-looking space. The other side featured a full-service bar with a small kitchen and plenty of seating. There was even a kick-ass sound system and a small dance floor. The floors were wood, the interior walls were weathered red brick, and the lighting fixtures were steel and glass. It was called “industrial chic,” according to his sister Sophie. Having an interior designer in the family came in handy.
    Jake made himself comfortable on a black leather sofa across the room. “This had better be good,” he said, leaning back and crossing his leg.
    The brothers had their own method of fighting, their own version of kickboxing meets back-street brawling with a little fast-and-hard thrown in Krav Maga-style.
    Liam threw the first punch. Shane dodged the half-hearted movement and followed up with a sharp jab to Liam’s right side.
    “Hey!” Liam groused, when Shane’s fist connected with the side of his torso.
    Shane shrugged. “Too bad. You were slow.”
    Now Liam was pissed. Good. So was he. And Shane wanted to play hard.
    “I told you he’s in a shitty mood,” Jake said.
    “Oh, it’s on, asshole,” Liam growled, coming at Shane with a roundhouse kick that sent Shane halfway across the ring.
    Shane regained his feet and shook it off. “You’ll have to do better than that,